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The Unanswered Question

When Abel Tasman discovered this island in 1642, he called it Van Diemen's Land - Tasmania. In about 500 B.C., this philosopher was appointed minister of justice in the Chinese state of Lu - Confucius. The titles Kaiser & Czar were both derived from this earlier title - Caesar. Dating from the 16th century, goodbye is a contraction of these 4 words - God be with you. His 1742 "Aria with Thirty Variations" is usually called the "Goldberg Variations" - Bach. Coined by a 9-year-old circa 1940, it's a 1 followed by 100 zeros - Googol. Copper was named for this island where it was abundant - Cyprus. These chemicals secreted by some animals may signal alarm or attract a member of the opposite sex - Pheromones. This blue pigment was once made from crushed lapis lazuli - Ultramarine. While recovering from an illness, P.L. Travers wrote her first stories about this magical British nursemaid - Mary Poppins. This largest artery carries blood away from the heart - The Aorta. In English, this first name of Beethoven would be Lewis - Ludwig. Who are you?

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